Monday, September 15, 2008
Can I whine just a sec?
Yesterday: Was pretty lazy until after lunch. But then worked on stuff for the house from 12-5 or so. Then went straight to work on schoolwork until 12:30 a.m. Got to sleep at 2 or so.
Today:
8:15 a.m.: Woke up, got dressed, fed the dogs, drove to the shelter, etc.
9:15 a.m.: Arrived to shelter.
9:15 a.m. - 12:30 p.m.: Walked dogs outside. It was 90 or so degrees and sunny. You walk, then you pick up their poop.
12:30 p.m. - 1:15 p.m.: Took pictures of dogs. This involves tying them to a tree and clapping and making funny noises and running in circles around them in hopes that they'll look at you. Sometimes it works.
1:15 - 1:30 p.m.: Drove home. Stopped at Post Office.
1:30 - 2:00 p.m.: Showered, scrubbing hard in an attempt to get the dog shelter smell of me. It didn't work.
2:00 - 3:00 p.m.: Upload pictures, process pictures, get dressed, put dogs away, laundry, go to school.
3:00 - 4:00 p.m.: Drive to school, run to class.
4:00 - 5:20 p.m.: Attend Introduction to English Studies (apparently I should've taken this the first semester; oops)
5:20 - 6:30 p.m.: Fight my way through horrible 10 mph traffic on 95 to a place in Tamarac that was only supposed to take a half-hour to get to, to meet a guy from Craigslist to buy a micro lens cheap.
6:30 - 7:00 p.m.: Wait for guy. In a parking lot. With Sebastian. He pooped, and I had to pick up my 50th poop of the day. Yipee.
7:00 - 7:30 p.m.: Drive home.
7:30 - now: Ate dinner (bless Chris's heart; it was ready by the time I got home), read the rest of the FORTY PAGE POEM (that is in CRAZY OLD ENGLISH where everything is spelled funny and the guy even spells the SAME WORDS differently over the course of two lines; I counted three spellings for soccour, or souccor, or whatever it is; I only know the word's meaning from the Spanish socorro) I have to read for tomorrow, and dozed off. Realized I really have to do an assignment for tomorrow morning, so now it's 10 and I'm back at the computer.
Oh, and tomorrow? The day starts at 6:30 a.m. I'm in school by 8. I break at 11 in order to eat lunch and work out. Class lasts until 6:30 p.m., so I won't get home until after 7. At which point I have 40 pages of difficult literary criticism reading to do for Wednesday and lots more homework for Thursday.
I'm just TIRED. Tired. And I have SO MUCH TO DO. Living through this semester is going to be a feat. I had five classes in the spring too, but they weren't so work intensive. For example, the estimate the history teacher gives on how much time we should devote to reading each week? Seven hours. And, you know, normally I could skip it, but I do not in fact know, for example, when the House of Bourbon ruled in France as opposed to the House of Valois. So I have to learn it. Test next week!
And guess what? I am now at the level of English classes where you cannot turn to the Internet (to Sparknotes or Cliffs Notes or reading guides posted by friendly professors) for help. Joy. I mean, jesus, this 40-page poem? It is about the DEATH OF A SPARROW. Yes, a bird. The first half or so I understand. The first half. ¶ 9:05 PM
Today:
8:15 a.m.: Woke up, got dressed, fed the dogs, drove to the shelter, etc.
9:15 a.m.: Arrived to shelter.
9:15 a.m. - 12:30 p.m.: Walked dogs outside. It was 90 or so degrees and sunny. You walk, then you pick up their poop.
12:30 p.m. - 1:15 p.m.: Took pictures of dogs. This involves tying them to a tree and clapping and making funny noises and running in circles around them in hopes that they'll look at you. Sometimes it works.
1:15 - 1:30 p.m.: Drove home. Stopped at Post Office.
1:30 - 2:00 p.m.: Showered, scrubbing hard in an attempt to get the dog shelter smell of me. It didn't work.
2:00 - 3:00 p.m.: Upload pictures, process pictures, get dressed, put dogs away, laundry, go to school.
3:00 - 4:00 p.m.: Drive to school, run to class.
4:00 - 5:20 p.m.: Attend Introduction to English Studies (apparently I should've taken this the first semester; oops)
5:20 - 6:30 p.m.: Fight my way through horrible 10 mph traffic on 95 to a place in Tamarac that was only supposed to take a half-hour to get to, to meet a guy from Craigslist to buy a micro lens cheap.
6:30 - 7:00 p.m.: Wait for guy. In a parking lot. With Sebastian. He pooped, and I had to pick up my 50th poop of the day. Yipee.
7:00 - 7:30 p.m.: Drive home.
7:30 - now: Ate dinner (bless Chris's heart; it was ready by the time I got home), read the rest of the FORTY PAGE POEM (that is in CRAZY OLD ENGLISH where everything is spelled funny and the guy even spells the SAME WORDS differently over the course of two lines; I counted three spellings for soccour, or souccor, or whatever it is; I only know the word's meaning from the Spanish socorro) I have to read for tomorrow, and dozed off. Realized I really have to do an assignment for tomorrow morning, so now it's 10 and I'm back at the computer.
Oh, and tomorrow? The day starts at 6:30 a.m. I'm in school by 8. I break at 11 in order to eat lunch and work out. Class lasts until 6:30 p.m., so I won't get home until after 7. At which point I have 40 pages of difficult literary criticism reading to do for Wednesday and lots more homework for Thursday.
I'm just TIRED. Tired. And I have SO MUCH TO DO. Living through this semester is going to be a feat. I had five classes in the spring too, but they weren't so work intensive. For example, the estimate the history teacher gives on how much time we should devote to reading each week? Seven hours. And, you know, normally I could skip it, but I do not in fact know, for example, when the House of Bourbon ruled in France as opposed to the House of Valois. So I have to learn it. Test next week!
And guess what? I am now at the level of English classes where you cannot turn to the Internet (to Sparknotes or Cliffs Notes or reading guides posted by friendly professors) for help. Joy. I mean, jesus, this 40-page poem? It is about the DEATH OF A SPARROW. Yes, a bird. The first half or so I understand. The first half. ¶ 9:05 PM
